บททั้งหมดของ Signed to Suffer, Destined to Love: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Theresa's eyes widened in shock, and she staggered a few steps back as she tried to understand what was happening. Her mind raced with questions. Where had Silvia been? Why was she dishonest?Where was Silvia? Why did she tell her the lie?The receptionist’s words kept replaying in her head: “She worked in the cleaning department but she left about three weeks ago”.Three weeks ago. That was precisely when Silvia had said she would be traveling for a business trip.She felt a chill down her back.Something was off."Ma'am, are you all right?" the receptionist asked, her brow arched with curiosity.Theresa nodded absentmindedly, she had to be calm.''I...I need to find my daughter,'' she stammered.The receptionist nodded sympathetically. "I understand how you feel. Let me see what I can do to help you. Can you give me more details about Silvia's disappearance?"Theresa hesitated, not knowing how much to disclose but the receptionist's kind eyes and gentleness encouraged her to open up

Useless...useless...useless...the words echoed in her head. Her mother had a worthless daughter. Her eyes fluttered open in the dark room. Unable to decipher where she was, she gently rose.Then a slap came from nowhere. Her head jerked to the left with the force of that hit. Tears dropped down from her eyes."I just don't understand why I made you a friend. You are just dumb. You have nothing, absolutely nothing to offer, and yet you think you can go anywhere you want?" Rebecca's voice echoed her my head. "Where did you go to? I smell drugs on you.""Drugs?" Ralph's voice cut through the fog. Then and there, she knew she was dead.The world whirled round as Rebecca's voice pierced through the atmosphere. The feel of the slap still stung but her words hurt more. She attempted to focus her gaze, the faint light exposing Ralph's commanding presence next to Rebecca. “I asked you a question,” Ralph’s tone was ominously soft. "Where did you get the drugs?" Silva's heart pounded in her

As Silva knelt beside the fountain, the setting sun behind the clouds dyed the sky in dancing shades of orange and pink. Hours of kneeling in the sun had numbed her legs and parched her throat. She didn't even have the energy to look up when Ralph's shadow cast as far as she knelt."Come on," he ordered in a monotonic tone.Silva attempted to walk but her legs didn't coordinate. Her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, then quickly steadying herself on the edge of the fountain.Ralph repeated irritation edged into his tone, "I advise you to get up."Silva muttered, her voice cracking from dehydration, “I cannot feel my legs.”Reaching down, Ralph groaned as he yanked her up. Silva gasped at the blood flowing back into her legs; pins and needles shot up from her knees."Go clean yourself up," he snapped and jerked her arm down.Silva nodded dazedly. "Yes, sir."As Ralph walked away, Silva steeled what little bravery remained to her. "Sir?"He halted, not so much as turning around. "W

After Silvia was done cleaning, it was already past midnight. Her fingers ached from all the work whilst her back throbbed intensely. The pains of hunger had transformed into a constant, gnawing discomfort. She entered the kitchen hoping to find something, anything, to eat before getting into bed. The kitchen was dim and quiet. Silvia switched on the little light over the sink, trying to remain quiet. She pulled open the fridge, the gentle light casting shadows on her weary face. There were dinner remnants, but she didn't dare to take them. Rebecca would notice. She looked and found a crust of bread and a little bit of cheese concealed behind the dishes. That would need to suffice. A sound on the door made her start as she shut the refrigerator. Ralph stood there swaying a little, his tie undone about his neck and his eyes red."What are you doing?" he mumbled, holding onto the doorframe for balance. Silvia swiftly concealed the bread behind her back. "Not a thing, sir." "Simply ti

Three days without nourishment seemed like forever. Silvia's stomach had transitioned long ago from sharp hunger pains to a void that caused her limbs to feel heavy as lead. She had been allowed water and slight comforts, but even that made her feel queasy as she drank it gradually from the bathroom faucet. On the morning of the third day, Silvia pulled herself out of bed, her uniform fitting more loosely than earlier. The mirror showed hollow cheeks and shadows under her eyes. Spraying cold water on her face, she tried to brighten herself for the day's activities.On that day, Silvia was especially cautious with her work: arranging the heavy bottles in the wine cellar, and dusting off the Persian rugs on the front porch. These tasks kept demanding energy that Silvia no longer had."You look terrible," Rebecca remarked with glee as Silvia entered the kitchen for her instructions. Savoring her morning espresso, she sat at the counter, the strong, rich smell causing Silvia's hungry be